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7.41
10.ii.26
when a
name escapes me
friends, nor face
kingdom or less
a matter of time
their great once gods
track over the vast
as mirror
for a desolation
and there’s my own, half chosen
as full of time
forgetting to be who I am
not think of thing
but the engine still running
you’ll wonder where we’ve
gone
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